Heyyy, bit of a shorter one today, but i will have more over the weekend. I'm from the UK and we've had a lot of snow! So my plans are put to the side and i'm in all weekend! Which means more writing! As always, thank you for the kind reviews and i'm always happy to hear what you all think!
The next day they had finally got Lucy up and walking about, and Wyatt was keen to keep moving. Of course Alex and Emie were unsure what difference it would have made getting back to Capetown so quickly. But they didn't know that it was their way of getting back to the future and hopefully making sure the wound on the back of her head was healing properly and she could finally get pain medication. The pain was still strong and became a dull ache throughout the day.
They were off in the carriage again and after placing Lucy in the carriage and Reine seeing to her, making sure she was comfortable, Wyatt appeared at the bottom of the steps and entered the carriage.
"Wyatt" Lucy said in surprised as he took the seat next to her.
Ignoring Lucy, Wyatt looked to the Empress, "I do hope you don't mind me staying here with my wife, your Imperial Majesty" and he placed his hand over hers, as Lucy still sat there in shock.
"Of course not Mr Logan, its completely understandable considering what occurred before" the Empress graciously replied.
Lucy gave a artificial smile on behalf of the Empress, but whispered to Wyatt, "You don't need to be here" she told him, still keeping the smile. And then the shooting pain came back, and she placed her hand on the bandage, wincing.
"Maybe not," Wyatt replied, taking note of her discomfort, "but i want to be"
She cleared her throat and noticed the Empress and Reine engage in further conversation. She looked to Wyatt, "What about Euphemie?" she asked, the sweet maid of the Empress, and Wyatt's ancestor was nowhere to be seen.
"She's riding with Alex," he told her quietly with a smirk, "trust me, they both rather be that way. And i would much rather be in here"
As the carriage started to move away, Wyatt's arm instantly travelled underneath Lucy's back clasping her waist, much to her surprise and her eyes slightly widened, she gave him a side look ,"What are you doing?" she enquired.
He leaned closer, so his other hand rested on her lap, "Just think of me as your human seat-belt" he told her, the side smirk appearing.
Before Lucy could reply, a French voice questioned, "What's a seat-belt?"
Both of their heads whipped round to Reine, the Empress now was reading her book, but looked up at the mention of the word. Reine was waiting for the answer and Lucy tried to think quickly, "It's something we have back at home, in America. They are devices used to keep people safe in carriages and other moving coaches" knowing they weren't invented yet.
Reine's eyes travelled to where Wyatt's hand was placed. Lucy was aware that this kind of 'touching' even with a married couple, was rare and not seen often, "Alors votre mari vous garde en sécurité?"
"Well this is going to be a long journey if i have no idea what's being said most of the time" Wyatt made the snide remark quietly before Lucy could reply.
"Wyatt" Lucy chastised.
"That's not completely true Mr Logan" the Empress stated with a small smile, having caught him out.
Lucy looked smugly at a now embarrassed Wyatt, "Reine is the only one in this carriage that doesn't speak English" she stated to him, reminding him that of course the Empress spoke English and he had spoken to loudly.
"Your Imperial Majesty i-"
She raised her hand to him, telling him to stop, "It's perfectly fine. We have been lucky to have Lucy here with us, that i even get to talk in French the whole time without excluding her"
"I do wish to extend my sincerest apologies though your Imperial Majesty, it was rude of me," he told her, Wyatt of course making sure he meant it, "can you tell me what Miss Reine just said to my wife?"
His hand still securely attached to her waist, gave her a squeeze. She knew without looking at him, he was apologising to her.
The Empress closed her book, and looked at Wyatt, "She said 'So your husband is keeping you safe?'" and motioned down to the hand stuck to Lucy's waist.
Without a moments hesitation he nodded, "Please, Your Imperial Majesty, tell me how to say 'Always' in French?"
Lucy turned her head at his words and felt herself overcome with emotion. However he didn't look at her, and she was glad he didn't, because she knew those tears that he sprung would start falling down her cheeks if he did. One look. One of his looks, would have completely melted her, if his words hadn't already.
Out of the corner of her eye, the Empress nodded, giving a knowing smile, "Toujours"
"Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty," Wyatt nodded in appreciation to her and looked to Reine, "Toujours Mlle Reine, toujours"
Lucy quickly grabbed Wyatt's hand that had been rested in her lap and his eyes swiftly turned to her. Without even looking at the Empress she spoke to her, "I'm sorry your Imperial Majesty, but i have to do this-"
A chuckle came from the Empress, "By all means my dear", knowing exactly what she wanted to do.
With the permission she quickly leaned in and captured Wyatt's mouth with hers, and probably getting far to into it with two other people sat there, including the Empress of France. But she didn't care, his words touched her and she couldn't let it go unrecognised. They were sweet and genuine and exactly what she needed right now.
With one last peck as they continued to move along Zululand, Wyatt cleared his throat, obviously feeling conscious now that the other women had observed that, she had even noticed him blush a little. But if he was going to say those things, he should expect that kind of reaction.